Archie watched with Pongo as the paramedics loaded up Gold, one of them kindly telling him where the hospital was so that Archie could get there in his car. (There was no way Pongo would be allowed in the back of an ambulance, after all.)
When Archie reached his car at the parking garage he'd paid way too much money at, he had to lean his forehead against the steering wheel as he took slow, steadying breaths.
Crisis wasn't entirely averted, but Gold was in safe hands. He was now free to have a minor meltdown.
Pongo placed his head in Archie's lap, Archie blindly reaching down to pet him.
"Thanks. I'll be okay in a minute."
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It took a little while to first calm down and then navigate New York City's confusing traffic patterns to reach the hospital. Technically, Pongo's papers as a therapy dog were forged, but the dog still had the training due to his own Cursed memories. (Another thing that Archie could easily obtain authentic papers for if he ever chose to leave Storybrooke for good.) Unfortunately, Pongo's gear flagging him as a therapy dog was buried under a thick layer of dust at home since he normally had no need for it: The people of Storybrooke all knew Pongo was his four-legged partner in his practice. (After his Enchanted Forest memories had returned, Archie had been tempted to change the sign on his door to make it official.)
So Pongo had to wait in the car while Archie checked in on Gold and hopefully found a way to get them to bend the rules just a little to let Pongo inside. The Dalmatian might be able to help with any anxiety Gold was experiencing at the moment.
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Archie watched with Pongo as the paramedics loaded up Gold, one of them kindly telling him where the hospital was so that Archie could get there in his car. (There was no way Pongo would be allowed in the back of an ambulance, after all.)
When Archie reached his car at the parking garage he'd paid way too much money at, he had to lean his forehead against the steering wheel as he took slow, steadying breaths.
Crisis wasn't entirely averted, but Gold was in safe hands. He was now free to have a minor meltdown.
Pongo placed his head in Archie's lap, Archie blindly reaching down to pet him.
"Thanks. I'll be okay in a minute."
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It took a little while to first calm down and then navigate New York City's confusing traffic patterns to reach the hospital. Technically, Pongo's papers as a therapy dog were forged, but the dog still had the training due to his own Cursed memories. (Another thing that Archie could easily obtain authentic papers for if he ever chose to leave Storybrooke for good.) Unfortunately, Pongo's gear flagging him as a therapy dog was buried under a thick layer of dust at home since he normally had no need for it: The people of Storybrooke all knew Pongo was his four-legged partner in his practice. (After his Enchanted Forest memories had returned, Archie had been tempted to change the sign on his door to make it official.)
So Pongo had to wait in the car while Archie checked in on Gold and hopefully found a way to get them to bend the rules just a little to let Pongo inside. The Dalmatian might be able to help with any anxiety Gold was experiencing at the moment.